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I'm not good at telling white lies

Seeing that I had lost sight of Hinn Carlos and Ivana, I glared at Clara as if she had been sent to distract me. “Just get lost!” I snapped and turned to leave but she blocked my path with a creased forehead.

“Why are you so rude to me?” She asked me almost the same question Ivana always asks.

“Because you are a pest and I hate pests.” I glared at her. “Now move.”

“I don’t care if you see me as a pest, I only wish you could be friendly to me, a smile and polite words would do,” Clara uttered the words that made me think of Ivana. Was I that bad?

I exhaled softly. “I am sorry to burst your bubbles Clara, I don’t make friends with just anyon

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